My soul is pleading
from my most honest place,
not hiding,
not performing,
simply opening itself
before the One who already
knows me.
His mercy bends,
it leans toward me;
it refuses to stay distant.
Mercy is already happening,
already leaning.
A pivot of my inner soul:
no more running,
simply
exhale.
Then mercy flows like water,
quenching the deepest thirst
of my heart.
It, without cruelty, lifts me up
and whispers,
“I forgive you…”
And then I know
I am becoming
whole again.
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The message alone deserves the fave but the writing is most poetic in its organization and flow as well. Nicely done Rodriguez
I was watching a documentary about Mozart when it described his visit to Rome and the Vatican, where he heard Gregorio Allegri’s Miserere. He was mesmerized by it. Three weeks later, he reproduced the melody entirely from memory, and the music was subsequently opened to the world.
I loved the Latin title, Miserere mei, Deus, which comes from Psalm 51: “Have mercy on me, O God.” The title tugged at me, and I sat down to write.
I instinctively wrote the poem in four sections: confession, mercy approaching, release and surrender, and restoration. I was supposed to be studying for a class I have tomorrow, but I had to write this poem. It took me hours to put it together, but it’s finally done.
I appreciate you taking the time to read it and comment on it. Be blessed, my brother!
It was a pleasure Rodriguez
well written
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